Leaving the village

[Ace POV],

"Sir Roland, do you know if there's a cemetery nearby?" I inquired as Sir Roland turned to face me with a puzzled expression before speaking.

"I wonder what Sir Ace would want to do with the cemetery," he said, puzzled, but he still answered my question.

"There's indeed a cemetery near the village but when I say near, I meant it in the sense that it's the only cemetery close to the village", he said and added; "It's just that the distance is far from here.

Of course, this is in human terms, because people like us only need a few dozen minutes to get there "He said this as he turned to face me after speaking.

Hearing what he said, I nodded as it just made our search easier since there is only one cemetery near the village.

As a result, if Emma and I don't find anything there, we'll just finish the quest that way, and if we do find something, that's even better.

As I considered this, I addressed Sir Roland and spoke to him.

"Thank you, Sir Roland, and if there's nothing else we can do here now that we've killed the last culprit responsible for the villagers' disappearances, we'll leave," I said as I dropped the now-empty cup in my hand on the short table in front of me as I stood up with Emma.

Sir Roland, seeing this, stood up and extended his right hand to me for a handshake, which I accepted as Sir Roland spoke.

"Thank you and miss Emma for everything you've done for this village and this old man. You people have been extremely helpful to this village during its difficult time ", he said as we lost contact and he gave Emma a short bow before speaking again.

"Please forgive me for taking up a little of your time, but I would appreciate it if Sir Ace and Miss Emma accept this small token," Sir Roland said as he reached into his coat suit and pulled out two pouches that made a series of low sounds as they came out.

Sir Roland brought out the two pouches and handed one to Emma and me, and while I couldn't see what was in the pouch in my hand, I had an idea of what it was from the sensation it gave me when I touched it.

Turning to face Sir Roland, who gave Emma and me a flattering smile, I remembered the expression on the village headman's face before I entered the village was exactly like this.

It appears that the church is quite reputable in this place.

As I thought of this, I carefully placed the pouch given to me in my pocket as I spoke to Sir Roland.

"Thank you for your gift, Sir Roland; your thoughts are what matter," I said as Sir Roland laughed briefly and spoke.

"It's nothing," he said, adding, "I just hope you people will visit this village in the future when you have time," to which I promised under Emma's glare, which I ignored.

After a short chat with Sir Roland, Emma and I finally left the manor. As we walked down the cobbled streets of the village, Emma seemed preoccupied in thought as she stared at the ground.

"Emma?"historical

She looked up at me, then at her feet again.

Seeing this, I spoke and asked her a question.

"Emma, what's wrong?"

After Emma heard this, she finally stooped looking at her feet as she turned to me and replied.

"Am wondering if the people here are real people", she said as she took a pause before adding; "They seem so real", she said.

Hearing this, I spoke up.

"That's true, but at the end of the day, it doesn't matter because we'll leave after the quest," I said, to which Emma nodded and returned her gaze to her feet.

I really don't know what is on her mind. As we had this little conversation, we finally left the village through the gates under the eyes of the villagers. It was already evening when we came out of the village and it was getting darker.

I'm not sure why, but the time we arrived here was exactly like it was in the true world. It was essentially a continuation of time.

If there is no time difference between this dungeon and the one outside, it might be nighttime in the true world if we finish the quest today.

As I was thinking about this, Emma and I had a short chat about random topics like our assumptions about how the world is now, our plans for the near future, and magic.

It didn't take long for us to walk to a point far enough away from the village that the village began to appear little from where we were.

When Emma and I saw this, we decided to confirm the contents of the pouch Sir Roland had given us.

Even though I had a good idea what it was, I had to confirm it to avoid being blind to the contents of the pouch if it turned out to be something else.

With this in mind, I brought the pouch given to me by Sir Roland, along with Emma, who also brought her own from her pockets, as we both opened our pouches and checked their contents.

When I finally saw what was inside the leather pouch in my hand, I knew it was exactly what I had assumed as I took an item from the pouch and examined it with my other hand.

The familiar-looking primordial chronicle gold coin in my hand had the appearance of a typical gold coin and an exquisite 'P' on both sides of the coin.

'Imagine the natives not having the primordial chronicle but instead having identical primordial coins,' I thought as I tried not to think about the strangeness of this world as I counted the number of coins in my pouch and discovered it was around 50 gold coins.

That's a lot of money for the current me, but first I had to figure out if it was authentic and could be added to the total amount of coins I had in the store, and when I tried, the coins in my hand vanished.

In the end, the total number of coins in my hand was 80 gold coins.

This was a lot of money because I could now buy rare-grade weapons on par with my twin blades on my own.

As I was thinking about this, a thought occurred to me, and I turned to look in the direction of the village when Emma abruptly called my name, jolting me out of my reverie.

Seeing this, I turned to Emma and noticed that she was looking at me with an odd expression on her face before she spoke.

"You don't intend to rob the villagers and the village, do you?" Emma asked a question and I was unable to respond immediately because it was exactly as she said as I was already making plans to rob the village in my head.

I was about to say something when Emma spoke up again.

"If you intend to do this, I will not participate," she stated.

When I heard this, I put all structured plans on hold because if I was the only one to rib the village, Sir Roland would prevent me from succeeding.

Even though he was only one level higher than me, I couldn't defeat him without Emma's help because, unlike me, he was a genuine rank 1 human.

Though I could tell that the common grade job he has did not provide him with as much improvement as a rare grade would, I believe I would still be unable to defeat him since even when we fought the oil puppet, he did not go all out and he was still powerful.

It is still unknown how he became a ranked human without the primordial chronicle.

Well, it's not my concern because, for all I know, the entire world could be an illusion in the end.

But, since my plan had been thwarted before he could even begin, I simply followed Sir Roland's directions to the cemetery with Emma.

This is why strength is essential.

If I had been strong enough, I could have robbed the village alone and profited greatly, but unfortunately, I couldn't.

Even though Emma said she wouldn't participate, I attempted to persuade her otherwise, but that also failed.

When I saw this, I came to a halt and took a few notes.

One was that if I ever returned to a world like this, I would check their currencies and, if they were the same as in the primordial chronicle, I would make plans ahead of time to take their coins based on my strength at the time.

As I thought of these things, we made our way to the cemetery slowly before speeding up after a while.

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